He traveled peacefully for some time. Then, he had no choice but to come to a stop. He looked up and could see a daoist blocking the road. The man wore straw sandals and held a bamboo stick in hand. His gray hair was messy and still wet from the morning dew. When one added on the mud that stained his straw sandals, he seemed like someone who had just drilled out from some vegetable garden somewhere.

If it wasn’t for his hair that was pulled up into a bun and the wooden stick that was stabbed through it, this old man with his dark and wrinkled face would look like an old farmer who was working in the field.

When Qin Yu looked at him, the daoist looked back. The man’s eyes were sharp and bright, like meteors shooting across the sky and carrying a dazzling brilliance with them.

Then, the man walked forward and bowed. “I am the 39th generation disciple of the Dao Sect, Wu Ya. I greet the Dragon City Master.”

Qin Yu furrowed his eyebrows. He knew that this daoist in front of him had misunderstood the situation, but he wasn’t able to explain himself right now. Since he was borrowing the strength of the Ancient, his aura was completely the same as his.

“Daoist, why are you blocking me?”

Wu Ya revealed a helpless...